...she  had  an unusual calmness around
        her. One,  that  everyone  strives  for.  The
        calmness  of  a floating kite. That character
        of a river.   Calmness  which,  monks  attain
        through divine realisation, and turtles gain,
        perhaps, through years  of  watching  genera-
        tions  pass  by.  I  found it soothing like a
        river; So tender, yet extremely  captivating.
        Her low voice, quiet smile, all had an excep-
        tional gracefulness to it. I never  told  her
        all  this;  Actually, I couldn’t. And today I
        think, some things are just meant not  to  be
        conveyed;  They are meant to become memories,
        and we are suppose to cherish  them  for  the
        eternity.